What I shall see, what might that be?

May 2014

Sally A Bayan

A Dialogue....

I promised I would pray for her and her loved ones
Here I am, just starting to talk, in silence...
Instead, I find myself assailed by questions,
You are an understanding God, never exacting,
Never angry, I have never questioned You,
But today, I honestly ask You:
Why is this happening? How could this be?
How could You have allowed this? Why?
When will this stop? How much longer?
Have mercy!
Have mercy, please...please...
Heal their sorrow, this pain, make it end...
Make them stop, the leaving....
She has lost one, two already,
The tears may now be dry,
And yet, she, they still cry....
How hard it is, to cry without tears.....
What has been done cannot be undone...
So I beg You, please, make the hurting stop,
Let them be healed,
Give them Your miracle....
Now....

Forgive me, my Lord, for questioning Your decisions...
Forgive me for even thinking of questioning you...
I know I am silly most times, but,
Thank you, God, for always listening...

(For Maria )

Sally

Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

Hearts and minds are overladen
The weight, the pain, immeasurable
even for us who love them dearly...
Those who are near, watch them go through their sorrow, their pain...
While those of us who are distant, can only sense, anticipate, hope and pray...

May 2014

Brendan Thomas

Forsaken

I remain constant,like black and like white
Words from me spoken have leapt into flight
Spiraling swirls of colors and mist
Have crossed over mountains
That fair sun has just kissed

My creation gives pleasure
It also brings pain
Seeing destruction and tyranny reign
Will you forsake me? My world I create
You give rise to the decadent
Have I made a mistake?

You ask of my name
For this I've not said
I am Alpha and Omega
Beginning and the end.

May 2014

Poetic T

Canvas of Pleasure

My fingers caress your body
like a paint brush, I paint each
part slowly to know the points
which are the sensitive to my
brush on your canvas skin.

My lips are the red, they touch
your canvas slowly, as I move
over it goose bumps and moans
as sensitive parts are touched
skin to lips the canvas reacts.

I dip my fingers in to your awaiting
paint box, your ecstasy as my
brushes slowly dip in and out,
I dip once more and lick the
tips a taste of perfection now
painted on my lips.

You are my canvas of sin, I will
paint pleasure on your skin, my
fine brushes are lips as they
caress the canvas and my fingers
are the the hard brush strokes
against your flesh as they dip in
around your paint box my fingers
tasted your pleasure within.

You are my naked canvas, that I
will turn in to my master piece of
pleasure, skin to skin are paints
will mix and pleasure is our brush
stokes on each others skin.

May 2014

Jack

Night Flight

Fragile wings of stained glass rainbows
Endless your uncharted flight
Still I face the window staring
Praying you return this night
~
Longing in this darkest hour
Emptiness my heart does breathe
Forever more I shall be waiting
Eternally I shall believe

May 2014

Joe Cole

Avalanche

It started just like any other normal day
Parents at work,  children at play
Then in the distance a rumble was heard
As if by magic the sky clears of birds
I look up and to my horror I see
A seething ***** grey white mass bearing down on  me
AVALANCHE
Hurricane force winds now smash things aside
There will be little shelter for those who survive
Then like a demon it strikes with the force of a bomb
Trees, boulders,  ice and snow
For many trapped now an icy cold tomb
A few hours ago people were playing up there
But the side of the mountain has been swept clean and bare
Why did they build the village down there?
Could they challenge nature, did they really care?
All to often we challenge her might
And now another village has been swept out of sight
AVALANCHE

May 2014

Brendan Thomas

Only the beginning

Our lady now gone
She's taken her leave

No tricks now
Nothing up the sleeve

I feel a great heartache
But now it's alright

She's a survivor
She's gonna be fine

Given a task
I know she'll complete it

This isn't the end
But just the beginning

May 2014

Caitlin

Three little words (actually it's 10)

The difference
three little words
can make.

What are yours?

I kinda wanted to see if you could get what I mean. Three words that what I'm asking- It can be a sentence or three individual words...
Thanks

#words #three #interactive

May 2014

Dark Jewel

A Message From Grandma

Julie,

I can not be there with you now,
But you'll always feel me near, my dear.
Look deep into your heart and soul.
Let the love around you forever grow.
Turning sixteen is such a big milestone,
Always know you're never alone.

Grandma Kirby

Thank you..
My sweet one..
I will always remember you,
Grandma..

Grandma.. I miss you so much, it makes me tear up just to type this poem.. Thank you for being there for me to the end.. I am sorry I could not say goodbye on your final day.. Requiescat en Pace my dear, sweet, grandma..

#love #forever #them #grandmothers #milestones

May 2014

Poetic T

Dots and Numbers

Are lives are like follow the
dots, like painted by numbers,
are whole life are world is nearly
always selected out. We don't pick
what we want, its connected from
birth, where we live to what are
parents have done, dots connected
from number one.

Our lives are colored in this color
for our never changing life, mapped
out for what we want, but is there
away to make a change. To not
connect the dots to color are live a
different way.

How about instead of dot one to two
we connect randomly make life
different from what other want it
to be. we color by thought not by
numbers thought by others who
want are to turn out color are life
instead with fun.

We must paint our lives the way we
wish it to be, not to be connected
as others see, we are our own person
where it was Grey bright Red with
a dash of Green, instead of a sheep
of dots, lets just have a picture made
the way we want it to be not drawn
by other live how we want to be.

May 2014

Poetic T

48 hours

We moan all week, five days
of working no rest and play,
but that 48 hours come and
what do most do sit on there
*** the clock ticks down time
slips away. That morning is
coming again, we wake up
ready for work where has
the time gone how did are
weekend slip away.

It slipped through your grasp
things that could have been done,
but instead you slept through
the day, come on wake up ya ***.

You waste the day watching soaps,
it sunny out there why you not
outdoors, you need some fun and
exercise to give you some energy,
but you stay in like a hermit then
the morning comes time to get up
where did that 48 hours go then
its back to the 9 to 5 for you and
me all that wasted fun.

May 2014

Poetic T

Morning Breath

You awake from your sleep next
to me, I see beauty before my
eyes you smile look at me, you
go for a kiss then exhale, its like
something died in your mouth
during the night so powerful I
fall out of bed.

My god I can taste it in my nose,
my eyes water, you ask did I hurt
my self with my fall, I have to tell
her the truth.

She looks open mouthed, I have to
be polite and ask her to shut her
mouth. To extinguish that breath
use mouth wash, toothpaste, Jesus
something just to rid you of this
death breath you keep breathing
out towards me.